if only I had that camera
Saturday is apparently "kitten fest" at Jefferson Feed. It says so right on the marquee. What a pet and garden store is doing with a marquee, I do not know. But, the fact remains that Saturday is kitten fest. So celebrate kittens.
I saw said incongruous marquee driving back from the sporting goods store, wherein I had purchased some sporting goods. To be specific, I bought a cheap football. I bought this football because my nice football decided that no would be a good time to stop holding air. The genius plan: remove bladder from cheap football and place in good football. The plan was simple. However, football surgery is exactly as much of a pain as I remember it being the last time I disassembled a football. My pry bar, er, flathead screwdriver and I prevailed, so nice football is as good as new. So yesterday was a good day.
Tuesday was also a good day. I bought new pants. Also, I reconfirmed that kid whose mom I made cry has to go to summer school. Not that that makes me happy, but at least now I am sure my number are right. Matt got kicked off of Hell's Kitchen. And, oh yeah, I got to heckle John McCain. He had a rally out in Kenner. He gave some bullspit speech about how he is changier than Barack. I harangued him about Cuba when he talked about opening markets for U.S. goods. When he started gladhanding at the end, I regaled him with my Ron Paul chant. Upon nearing the exit, I left him with Murray Rothbard as a parting shot, letting "The State is a band of thieves writ large" ring through the Pontchartrain Center. It was a hoot. One guy called me an idiot and said "You had to say it" after the first "Ron Paul." I responded in the affirmative. One other individual said I was at the wrong rally. I heard little else because, why yes, I am louder than a room full of McCain supporters. Whee!
And, since it's been a while since I regaled the masses with tales of auto repair, a few weeks ago I changed my fixed vent windows (the little triangly ones) for operable ones. I now have an anachronism on my car. As I remained uninjured, I count it as a success.
I saw said incongruous marquee driving back from the sporting goods store, wherein I had purchased some sporting goods. To be specific, I bought a cheap football. I bought this football because my nice football decided that no would be a good time to stop holding air. The genius plan: remove bladder from cheap football and place in good football. The plan was simple. However, football surgery is exactly as much of a pain as I remember it being the last time I disassembled a football. My pry bar, er, flathead screwdriver and I prevailed, so nice football is as good as new. So yesterday was a good day.
Tuesday was also a good day. I bought new pants. Also, I reconfirmed that kid whose mom I made cry has to go to summer school. Not that that makes me happy, but at least now I am sure my number are right. Matt got kicked off of Hell's Kitchen. And, oh yeah, I got to heckle John McCain. He had a rally out in Kenner. He gave some bullspit speech about how he is changier than Barack. I harangued him about Cuba when he talked about opening markets for U.S. goods. When he started gladhanding at the end, I regaled him with my Ron Paul chant. Upon nearing the exit, I left him with Murray Rothbard as a parting shot, letting "The State is a band of thieves writ large" ring through the Pontchartrain Center. It was a hoot. One guy called me an idiot and said "You had to say it" after the first "Ron Paul." I responded in the affirmative. One other individual said I was at the wrong rally. I heard little else because, why yes, I am louder than a room full of McCain supporters. Whee!
And, since it's been a while since I regaled the masses with tales of auto repair, a few weeks ago I changed my fixed vent windows (the little triangly ones) for operable ones. I now have an anachronism on my car. As I remained uninjured, I count it as a success.